“I want you to come, Haden. Come all over that beautiful, pierced cock of yours. Imagine my mouth is there waiting to take you all in.”
Three, two, one, and I’m fucking done.
I moan loudly as my body jerks back. I forget he’s on the phone, and as my eyes flick open, reality hits, and I think about what the hell I’ve just done.
As the communication between us goes stagnant, I have no choice but to speak first. “Well, that was…”
“Hot?” he teases.
“Hot… interesting… different.”
“Needed.”
I sigh. “Yes, fine. Very needed.”
“You hate admitting that, don’t you?”
“That I’m horny? Sure. Doesn’t everyone?”
“No. I’ll admit it,” he tells me.
“First of all, you’re a guy who’s seen strippers nonstop for three days. Second, you’re in a relationship. You can pretty much get laid anytime. I’m only human, I have needs, too, and I seriously didn’t think this single-mom stuff through. I’ll never get laid again,” I ramble.
“Are you done?”
“What? Yes,” I concede.
“Yes, I have seen strippers nonstop for three days, but my dick was as soft as a marshmallow. Yes, I’m in a relationship, but it’s just…” he trails off. “I don’t want to go into that part. Third, you’re fucking beautiful, and you don’t see it. Every guy in our office was waiting for you to break it off with James—”
“Jason,” I correct him.
“Whatever,” he grumbles. “Because they wanted to fuck the living daylights out of you.”
I laugh, thinking it’s a joke. “C’mon, Haden. Joke’s over. No one in the office shows interest in me. I wish.”
“You don’t realize what you do to men. You’re like this untouchable goddess walking around with a fucking wand that makes everyone’s dick hard.”
“Jesus, Haden, I’m pregnant. What planet are you on?”
“And thank God you are because now they’ve backed off.”
“What did you just say?” I ask, nervously.
“I’m saying that this is a good thing.”
“I didn’t know this is a let’s-lay-all-the-cards-out-on-the-table type of conversation, but then again, you just made me come over the phone, so no more hiding stuff anymore.”
“My cards are out if yours are.”
“They’re out,” I breathe into the phone, tired and exhausted.
“Why are you worried about getting laid once the baby is born?”
“I’m not worried about getting laid straight away. I’m saying that one day I’m going to crave the touch of a man, and it’s going to be difficult since I have a child to think about. It’s not just about me anymore.”
“But I told you I don’t want anyone touching you.”
“And I told you that’s too bad because you’re getting married and getting laid every night, so stop being a jerk.”